"Hey!" Josephine popped up so suddenly the man jumped in surprise. "I never did ask your name, Mr Curator." She smiled.
"Thomas Baker." The man replied.
"Alright, Tommy boy. You got the keys?" Josephine winked
Tom's nervous fingers fumbled around as he unlocked the door. The door open with a loud creaking that echoed ominously through the old warehouse. "Surely, if anyone is in here, they'd have heard that." The curator whispered.
"Rory! It's me, Josephine. Come on out, I brought your biggest fan in to meet you!" Josephine yelled causing The Curator to jump again. "He knows everything about you. He's been following your career for ages."
Slowly, Rory walked out of the shadows with his hand on his sword. "What do you want?" He asked.
"I... I..." The curator couldn't speak. "You're real?"
"Real-ish, yeah." Rory replied as he put his sword away. "I assume you're a historian working for the museum."
"Yes, I specialize in our medieval exhibition." The curator replied.
"He's read your girlfriend's diary." Josephine replied.
"Amy?" Rory looked confused.
"Forgive her." The curator stepped forward. "There's a journal in our collection belonging to a nun with no name. She speaks of a Roman centurion guarding a box called the Pandorica."
"Millicent." Rory whispered. "She had a diary?" He smiled.
"She spoke quite highly of you. She said you were her angel." Josephine winked. "Sounds like someone had a little crush."
Rory chuckled. "I don't know, I mean... Well, it's strange because as she grew older she became sort of a maternal figure." He looked behind him at the large crate housing the Pandorica. "Besides, she knew about Amy."
"Your betrothed?" The curator asked. "The woman who will save the world?"
"Is that what Millie wrote?" Rory asked.
"Yes, is it true?" The curator asked.
Rory nodded yes. "I've been waiting since the first century." He looked back at the crate again. "It's almost time now."
"Will the world come to an end?" Thomas asked. "That's what the legends of the Pandorica say."
"It already is coming to an end, in a way. We're in the eye of the storm so we can't really tell. That's what The Doctor says." Rory replied.
"Doctor Who?" Josephine asked. She crossed her arms somewhat impatiently. "Why can't we open the box now if it's already starting to happen."
"If anyone disturbs the Pandorica, she dies along with this whole universe." Rory stepped forward. "It's not time yet."
"Sorry." Josephine replied. They stayed and chatted for over an hour about history and time and space. Rory liked having company again.
"I hate to, but I really must go." Thomas looked at the time.
"You work at the museum, right? You can always come back if you like. It gets a little boring in here sometimes." Rory smiled.
The curator agreed to return and left with Josephine not far behind, or so he thought. She'd waited for Thomas to leave before sneaking back inside. She watched as Rory took off his belt and breastplate. He sighed as he sat down on an office chair and twirled around. He stopped and reclined back, looking up at the ceiling with the saddest eyes Josephine had ever seen. She wanted so much to approach him and help him somehow. She had a weakness for the wounded bird types. "It must get so lonely in here." Josephine slowly stepped out and walked towards him.
"Oh... um yes... it can." Rory stood up somewhat surprised to see her.
"Sit down, relax. It's fine." She smiled. He did as she said. "Did you ever go into battle before? I mean, you're a soldier, right?"
"I want to say yes because I have those memories in my head but I don't think they're real. They were just planted in my head so that I'd feel real, so I would believe I was a Roman centurion." Rory explained. "I'm a nurse actually, the real Rory, not the Roman Rory."
"So, if I'm following correctly, you were brainwashed into believing you were someone else and got put into a robot body designed to look human?" Josephine leaned up against the armrest of the chair Rory sat in. Rory shook his head yes. "So..." She continued. "Do you function like a man or like a machine?"
"A little of both." Rory replied. "I don't have to eat often or sleep very much. And my hands turn into guns, that's a strange one... But besides that, I function like a human."
"Do you feel sensations like a human, like touch?" Josephine grazed his hand.
"I do, I feel things like any human does." Rory moved his hand.
"How long has it been since you felt the touch of another human?" She asked as he stood up.
"Millie hugged me goodbye in the 12th century, if I remember right." Rory looked down at the ground as he spoke. He could feel the way she was looking at him, it made him a bit nervous.
"That's it? A hug nearly 800 years ago!?" Josephine walked up to him until she was face to face with him just inches away. "Have you ever been kissed, Rory?"
"I have.." Rory found himself backed up against a wall. "A couple of times, yeah.."
"Have you ever done anything besides kissing?" Josephine took her hands in his.
"I don't think this is..." Rory was cut off before he could finish as Josephine leaned in and kissed him. Rory almost caved, he felt himself almost melting. He put his hands around her waist but quickly came to his senses. "No, I... I'm engaged."
"Not for another 80 years." Josephine scoffed.
"No, you have to leave." Rory walked away.
"I hope that Amy girl is worth it." She walked out.
"She is..." Rory looked back at the Pandorica. He remembered Amy kissing The Doctor and felt a sharp pang in his chest. "She is..." He whispers again to himself. He wasn't about to let a petty fit of jealousy over something Amy had already apologised for stand in the way of keeping his promise.